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I’ll be straight forward and this question: Ladies, why do we get so hungry before/during our periods (aka bloody hells)?

Mrs. Google has this answer for us (I substituted the word ‘period’ for ‘bloody hells’ because…you get it ladies): “Your body uses more calories during the time right before and in some cases during your [bloody hells.] This increase in calories makes your body burn more calories during this time, and as the calories as burning you’re going to feel hungry more often”.

Great, I would most certainly welcome extra nutrients on an extra energized day. Having said that, the hunger I feel when my day is filled with short walks to the market or the library, ending in overindulgence of my soft bed sheets, does not feel as right as it should.

Yes, bring on the chocolate, the endless glasses of orange juice, the cravings for paninis (yea, don’t ask), but bring them on when I need them. I do feel guilty for devouring unnecessary amounts of food – regardless of healthy levels- when I know I don’t need it during these bloody hells. I can argue and say that I’m biologically predisposed to do so and blame it on the science, but if I stop even just a bit, would it make me feel less guilty or more moody?

My miscreant hormones provide discomfort during these days, and while my symptoms mostly consist of random cravings, I do tend to get a bit more sensitive than I usually am. Do I get grouchy? Sometimes. The thing is, it’s not just about feeling guilty because others cannot eat, but perhaps because the overindulgence causes the bloating to feel ten times worse. Yes, it is true, the bloating is not a myth or an insane idea installed in our heads, ladies. I usually battle it by drinking extra water and citrus juices (without sugar). It does help!

I’m going to be honest and say I prefer overindulging in ice cream, than tossing under my bed sheets waiting for the Advil to kick the heck out of the cramps. On the bright side, my cramps aren’t bad at all…yet!

Today’s Daily Prompt: You’ve been granted the power to predict the future! The catch — each time you use your power, it costs you one day (as in, you’ll live one day less). How would you use this power, it at all?

This is a tricky question. To be honest, I don’t know if I want to live past 80; that is if I don’t end up having a family. So, if I can see that in the future, I won’t have a family, then I won’t care :p. The question is, can this power be controlled? If you accept this power, does it mean its occurrence is unpredictable? IF so, I wouldn’t want it. If I can control it, I would use it a few times.

Does it also mean that you cannot predict your own death with this power? What if your destiny is to die within a week? Ah, the tricky situation! I’m a curious person, so I would probably end up using it at least a couple of times :p.

The oldest thing I own? You mean, besides myself? (small lame joke of the day :p). I have to tell you, when I was little I used a lot of my toys and clothes until I couldn’t play with them anymore, unless I had an emotional attachment to them. In a way, the toys and clothes served their purpose. One of the oldest things I own is a giraffe that was given to me by one of my uncles. I can’t remember how old I was, but I recall when he gave it to me. For no particular reason, I just fell in love with the giraffe, and I took great care of it. Assuming I was around 6 years old, this giraffe was given to me 20 years ago and it’s still in great shape! Funny enough, I didn’t give it a name :p.

If the giraffe were to say something from its point of view, it would say: “Thank you for not destroying me after all this years”.

The daily prompt for today: You’re at the airport, your flight is delayed for six more hours, and none of your electronic devices is working. How do you pass the time?

Well, the same way I survived my childhood; by reading, writing, drawing. You know, back when there was a life outside of technology. If anything, I’d scare other people with my terrible singing until they change their flight and I can get the plane all to myself (I’d have to make sure I don’t scare the crew, though). It’s sad that a few hours without electronic devices can be seen as a nightmare. I’m 26 and while I feel like a dinosaur sometimes, I remember finding something else to do when my walkman didn’t work. If I was with my sister, we’d play I-Spy, or if I was in the car with my cousins travelling to the countryside, we would make fun of my uncle’s under-the-speed-limit driving (snails looked like daredevils next to him).

I can definitely see myself breaking the news to teenagers.

Me: Unfortunately, due to unexpected circumstances, technology is out of limits for the next 6 hours.

This is me when I was 4 years old. I remember it was a short trip to a park for a picnic with my Preschool, and I went on the swings with my classmates. I look like I’m a plotting something in the picture, but I think I was just caught by surprise :p. Later on, I tried to go up the tallest slide, but I fell and landed on the gravel (ouch!). I, of course cried, but I kept going :p. I just went to another tall slide and my mom took a picture of me with a look of terror. When I was little, I had a fear of slides, but for some weird reason I still tried to go on them. I blame it on both of my parents; my dad hates heights, my mom loves adrenaline.

The Daily Prompt for today: Some writers’ names have becomes adjectives: Kafkaesque, marxist, Orwellian, sadistic. If your name (or nickname, or blog name) were to become an adjective, what would it mean?

Mischievous. I’m always up to something (not evil) and I like to prank my friends :p. You can even add the word ‘clumsy’ because I’m usually dropping things, bumping into walls, etc. Every time I notice a bruise somewhere on my body, I’m not surprised anymore. Perhaps, I should watch carefully where I go, but I think it’s mostly because I’m always on the move. The word ‘creative’ also comes to mind, because my friends are always wondering where I get all my ideas from. I don’t think they have me all figured out just yet, which I guess leads to yet another word, ‘mysterious.’ Honestly, the only ones who truly know me are my family and my BFFs. You know, not everyone understands a daydreamer :p

The Daily Post says: You walk into your home to find a couple you don’t know sitting in your living room, eating a slice of cake. Tell us what happens next.

First of all, I’d be surprised if I left a slice of cake available for strangers to indulge in. Seriously, leftover cake? That’s a big nope in my world. But, for the sake of this prompt, we’ll pretend there is one slice.

I think the best way to deal with ‘unexpected’ guests, is by doing something unexpected. As soon as they hear my footsteps reaching the front door, they’ll probably start giggling, breathing heavy, or making munching noises. I will be able to hear this, because my hearing is sensitive to out-of-the-ordinary noises. It’d go something like this (in a perfect scenario):

The Daily Post asks: When you do something scary or stressful — bungee jumping, public speaking, etc. — do you prefer to be surrounded by friends or by strangers? Why?

My parents are opposite; my dad hates heights and speed, but my mum craves it (which is why she wants to go paragliding in the summer). This set me up for a whirlwind of emotions, because I crave speed and adventure, but at the same time I am a chicken clucking and clinging to my soul. I never succumbed to peer pressure when my friends and I went on rollercoasters, and I only agreed to go on them, because deep down I wanted to so bad, even if it meant fainting in the middle of the ride (which I didn’t). Because I’m not a big fan of crowds, I prefer to have at least a friend or family member with me, for emotional support (or emotional destruction if they encourage me to go on a ride of terror).

Daily Post asks: Are you a night owl or are you the early bird? What’s your most productive time of day? When do you do your best work?

Peter Pan and Tinker Bell visited me this morning and took me on an adventure of a lifetime. I got to fly all over Ontario! Yea, right… But, I did fly today. I flew out of my bed thinking I slept in – I didn’t. I dislike moments like those.

I set two alarms, each one is 15 minutes apart from each other. I do this to avoid sleeping in. It depends on the day and what I have to do – on my days off, I rely on my body clock. My first alarm for today was set for 6 am and my second for 6:30. I did this, so I could take time to clean my room before I went to work (I like to come to a clean place). I wake up fast in the morning, except for my days off. I’m not much of a morning person, which is the reason I make sure I wake up early, and then walk to work. I don’t drink coffee, so my routine is probably a bit more different than others :p.

My alarm went off at 6 and I immediately thought I had slept in. I jumped out of bed while my heart palpitated and then, I realized I didn’t sleep in, and I had woken when I precisely meant to. Well, the scare helped me awaken faster than usual :p. I can do my best work at any time during the day, but I definitely love my evenings.